I n whispers soft, your voice alights, Guiding steps through darkest nights. Though eyes strain in search of thee, In unseen realms, your presence be. To heed your call, a sacred vow, Though others question, wonder how. In their eyes, I'm deemed insane, Yet in your grace, I find my refrain. For in the dance of cosmic light, Your ways, a mystic, wondrous sight. As Ecclesiastes so aptly portrays, In your sovereignty, my heart sways. In courts divine, I choose to dwell, Where your mysteries sweetly swell. In the realm of flesh, I find no worth, But in your love, I find rebirth. So let them deem me mad, it's true, For crazed I am, for love of you. In your presence, I am whole, For you, oh God, are my very soul. Winnie Cheruiyot